If only

Alternative Ending </3

" You make me happy " I say, as we laid down with our hands interlocked with each other's. He then smiled, as both of us were staring at the sky looking at the stars. " I could say the same for you darling " he says, I then smirk. " Oh no, what are you thinking? " He asks, looking towards me. I then get up, standing up.

Pulling down my dress, only left in my bra and underwear. Taking off my lashes, putting my hair in a bun. " Baby, what are you doing? " He asks, looking around. He then looks me up and down, and smirks. " Let's go skinny dipping " I whisper, walking closer to him.

His chest touching mine, that's how close we were. He then rolls his eyes " absolutely not " he says, touching my arm slowly sending shivers down my spine. His rings, in contact with my bare skin. I roll my eyes, removing his hand. " Then I'll do it " I say, walking away.

" Fucking pussy! " I yell, as I continue to walk. I then feel myself get picked up, from the waist. I scream " oh my god Blaise put me down " I say giggling, he runs to the shore with me in his hands. Screaming and kicking for me to get put down. He then puts me down as I feel the water hit my feet.

I run further into the water.

The cold water, hitting my body. My mouth, turns into a perfect O shape. " You are what you eat, now are you love? " He asks, following behind. This fucker, not now. I roll my eyes, he then connects his lips with my neck.

I throw my head back in pleasure.

Blaise

I was right where I needed to be.

When first laying my eyes on her, I knew she was gonna fuck up things. In a good way.

When first meeting her, those hazel brown eyes never lit up.

They lite up now.

Was it because of me? If it was, that just makes my purpose stronger.

She was so strong.

She was worth something.

She was needed.

She was my everything.

She was my love.

She was my beloved.

She made my heart skip a beat.

She made me blush, I didn't even think it was possible.

Love at first sight, it was corny as shit. I never believed in that shit. Until, her.

She always made sure others came first, before herself.

She had such a big heart.

She was who and where I was supposed to be with.

No matter our differences, it'll always be her.

Only her.

When meeting someone, you only assume their personality by their looks.

That's the first impression, no?

Well, when meeting her. I thought she was beautiful.

She looked absolutely stunning, though I never admitted it nor said it aloud.

I never thought, going to New York, I'd find someone who I'd spend the rest of my life with.

How she used to be anxious, when going into big crowds.

How she used to fidget with her clothing, when she was nervous.

How she bit the inside of her cheek.

How all her flaws and differences were her perfections.

How she was flawless.

How she swayed her hips.

How she was the only thing I thought about say or night evening or whatever the fuck.

How I couldn't imagine myself, admiring any other woman beside her.

Suddenly, how the ache in my heart always longed for something.

But being with her, I found out what it longed for.

Her.

Only her.

How I slowly was starting to realize, I was utterly and hopelessly falling in love with her.

Nothing could change my feelings for her.

Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing.

If only she knew how much I loved her.

And that my loves, has been If only.

The end.